Author's Notes:

(please take time to read this)

19th April 2003

I wrote 'A Walk to Remember' waaay waaay back, about one and a half year ago. I kind of miss it--a lot ,and I am going to continue the fanfiction. Perhaps I am going to submit it to Astronomy Tower.Org. I realize that I have made mistakes with name, places, and several grammatical errors. Please be merciful, as I was about 12 when I wrote this fanfiction! (Me turning 14 on the 23rd! ^.^) So I am going to re-write this... and perhaps change a bit of the plot--if you want me to. Read my other fics at www.astronomytower.org under the pen name of 'Katie the Insane'. =)

That's all!

xKatiex


A Walk to Remember'

In places no one will find,

All your feelings so deep inside.

It was then that I realize,

That forever was in your eyes,

The moment I saw you cry. –Mandy Moore, Cry' –OST A Walk To Remember'

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Author's Notes: First off, A Walk to Remember' belongs to umm the ones who made the title of the movie. It's a great movie, and I hope you'll see it soon. : D This is a Draco/Hermione story and I reckon lots of people are going to like it ;) so please, sit back and relax, and read my story. OH and don't forget to review. :P

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Summary: When Draco Malfoy gets into trouble with Professor Mcgonagall, he is forced to do volunteer work at the local Wizard soup kitchen – Julian' as punishment. And, of course, he finds out that the one that will working with him is Hermione Granger, whom he hates.. or maybe not?

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Draco Malfoy looked at the Head of Gryffindor House, Professor Mcgonagall with a bored expression on his face. He was totally and undoubtedly bored. He didn't know why she was trying to get them all to change their books into pencils. "Draco—Draco—sweetie, can you snuck into the kitchen and get me some tarts after this?" Pansy Parkinson, his supposed' girlfriend said adoringly and annoyingly.

Who did she think she was? Draco looked at her and said, "I don't even know how to get into the kitchens, why don't you ask those Weasel twins from Gryffindor?" Pansy looked at him, her pug face looking hurt. He rolled his eyes. When are girls going to learn that boys are not their slaves?

He turned away from her and tried to focus on Professor Mcgonagall, but it was no use. He felt so bored, so restless so—sleepy. Accidentally, he closed his eyes and about five seconds later, he felt a splash of cold water being splattered all over him. He opened his eyes at once and saw that his blond hair was no longer silky and his robes and face were soaked.

"Mr. Malfoy! What was the spell that I mentioned to turn your books into pencils?" Professor Mcgonagall said sternly. "Um," he mumbled, trying to figure out something, and then a wicked idea flashed in his mind. He pointed his wand at the Professor and naughtily muttered, "Experision,"

Professor Mcgonagall immediately turned into a big fat pig. She gave a yelped and Draco guessed she was going to say something, because her pig's mouth kept opening and closing irritatingly. The Slytherins laughed hysterically while the Ravenclaws looked daggers at Draco.

"Finite incantatem," said a very stern voice outside the classroom. Draco looked up and saw that Professor Mcgonagall was turned into herself again. Her hair was ruffled and she looked very angry indeed. Oops..! he thought. He saw Hermione Granger holding her wand, rolling her eyes.

"What are you doing here, Mudblood?" he spat. All the Ravenclaws gasped, including Professor Mcgonagall. The Slytherins did nothing of this, of course. They just continued talking to each other, for they knew all about Draco's constant Mudblood ranting. Hermione was the Prefect. He knew she was going to take points off the Slytherins.

He forgot all about Professor Mcgonagall until she rapped his table. "Thank you, Miss Granger," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "You may leave." Hermione sort of tisked-tisked' and went off. "Mr. Malfoy! What the hell were you thinking? Don't you have any respect towards me?" Professor Mcgonagall yelled, her face very red.

"I don't care," Draco said rudely.

"You are a rude student, who have no manners or any regards towards others at all! You are selfish!" Professor Mcgonagall scolded him. Yada, yada, yada, Draco thought, rolling his eyes. "Fifty points from Slytherins!" she added. Draco looked at her, horrified. The Slytherins had won against Hufflepuff only a week ago! And now, all their points were lost!

"Professor—

"I mean it, Malfoy!" she said. "And as punishment—

Great, bloody great, he thought. "You will do volunteer work at the Hogsmeade wizard soup kitchen, Julian' every day after school! You will have your dinner at Hogsmeade and your work will finish at 9 PM!" she said. Draco groaned. To serve food to those stupid poor people? This was going to be a nightmare. But at least he'll get to stay out of school. Maybe he could go out and skip the job—

"And if you even dare to skip your job, I will, yes, I will take 60 points from Slytherin!" Professor Mcgonagall thundered. Draco put his hands on his face and groaned loudly.

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Hermione Granger walked towards the Great Hall with her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Actually, Ron was more than just her friend. He was her boyfriend. He was really sweet, and nice, and funny—and it was so hard not to like someone like that.

She sat between them and Ron kissed her slightly on the cheek. "What's up?" he asked, smiling. She smiled and shrugged. "Nothing, since you've asked me that for 10 times this day," she replied, chuckling. She was no longer looking immature, and her brown hair was no longer bushy.

Hermione was now seventeen. She looked like a young woman, and her brown hair was no longer in the color of chestnut, but now, it was dark brown that matched her eyes. "Anyway, did I tell you two about what happen at Mcgonagall's lesson with the seventh year Slytherins today?" she asked.

"Nope," Harry replied.

"Well, Malfoy turned Professor in a pig," she said. Ron snorted on his ice pumpkin juice. "That's pretty cool," he said. Hermione glared at him and he subsided. "And I happened to came by and turned her into human again. Honestly, that Malfoy is such a nuisance." She continued.

"Uh-huh," Harry and Ron said together rather disinterestedly, since they've been talking about this since their First Year and it was rather boring. She sighed a little and continued eating her dinner. She looked up and suddenly, she saw Draco, looking rather glum, eating his dinner very slowly.

He looked up and their eyes met. Draco looked at her sneeringly and turned away. She folded her arms. He was never going to learn to be a good student. "Hermione?" Ron's voice rang through her ears. Hermione looked at him and smiled. "Yeah?" she said.

"C'mon," he said, grinning and he took her hand. He was taking her somewhere, but where was he taking her? They stopped walking when they faced the portrait of Sir De Luca. "Korleo," he muttered and the portrait swung open. Ron stepped into the room and Hermione followed suit.

She found out that it was no room. It was a balcony. "Oh, Ron! This is so beautiful," she said, gasping. The stars were shining very brightly and she could make out shapes out of it. The wind blew and her hair flew out of her eyes. "Hermione, you are so beautiful, and just so amazing," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her.

"And you are incredible, Ron," she said, closing her eyes and enjoying the happy sensation running through her. He kissed her lightly on the lips and whispered, "I love you," she smiled. "Ron—I l—

Suddenly, she felt her head almost bursting into two. She closed her eyes tightly and winced. "Hermione? Are you all right?" Ron said, alarmed. "I'm—I'm okay," she said, but not a moment a later, she fell to the ground and fainted.

She saw herself at the balcony, wearing lavender dress robes. There was someone beside her. Hermione tried to look at that someone closely, trying to make out who it was, but the figure was so blurry. She looked at herself. She was smiling and laughing, and she looked somehow happy. "Oh, look!" she heard herself said, and saw herself pointing up towards the sky. Lots of stars were falling.

"It's so beautiful," she heard herself say.

"Yeah, then you can make lots of wishes," said an unfamiliar voice. It was somehow quiet, and intense. Maybe it was Ron?

"Ron?" she said.

"What are you wishing for?" she heard herself asked.

"That we'll be together, forever?" he replied.

Hermione opened her eyes and saw that she was kissing Ron! "Ron! What are you doing?!" she cried. She broke off from him and he stared at her, shocked. "Hermione, you were the one—

"What's going on here? I thought I saw myself right here with someone, with—

"With me." Ron said calmly. "Hermione, you fainted, and then you got up and kissed me. Erm—it was so long, I was very worried after a while," she stared at Ron.

"Did I say anything?" she asked quietly.

"Nope," he replied, shrugging. Then he grinned at her. "So what were you trying to say to me when I told you that I loved you?" Hermione stared at Ron blankly. Then, she remembered. "Oh, right!" she said. "Um—well—I'll have to think of that. Thanks, anyway."

"Hermione? What's wrong? Tell me," Ron said.

Hermione turned away from him and looked at the bright stars twinkling up on the dark sky. "Were there any shooting stars?" she asked quietly. Ron stared at her, startled and puzzled. "N—no," he replied. "Are you all right, Hermione?" she put her hands on her face, took it off, and then, she smiled at Ron.

"Of course I'm all right. I—had—um, never mind," she said.

"So we're cool?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"Lets go to bed," he said, yawning. "I'm pretty tired."

"I'm beat too," she said. "Lets go to sleep."

That night, before she went to sleep, she looked out of the window. Hermione suddenly saw a shooting star falling down from the sky. Hermione went to sleep, shaking off her curiosity and confusion of what happened with Ron.